Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri Page #6

I'm not quite sure what we're going

to do for the rest of the day.

It's hard to know what to do

the day your husband kills himself.

It's hard to know what to do.

Dear Mildred,

Dead Man Willoughby here.

Firstly I wanted to apologize for dying

without catching your daughter's killer.

It's a source of great

pain to me, and it would

break my heart to think you

thought I didn't care,

cos I did care.

There are just some cases...

...where you never catch a break,

then five years down the line

some guy hears some other guy

bragging about it in a bar-room

or a jail-cell

and the whole thing is wrapped

up thru sheer stupidity.

I hope that might be true

for Angela, I really do.

Second,

I gotta admit, Mildred, the

billboards were a great f***ing idea.

They were like a chess move.

And although they had absolutely

nothing to do with my dying,

I'm sure that everyone in town

will assume that they did,

which is why, for

Willoughby's counter-move,

I decided to pay the next

month's rent on 'em.

I thought it'd be funny,

you having to defend 'em a whole 'nother

month after they've stuck me in the ground.

The joke is on you, Mildred, ha ha,

and I hope they do not kill you.

So good luck with all that, and

good luck with everything else too.

I hope and I pray that you get him.

Well, do you want me to

go down and talk to them?

No I don't want you to go

down and talk to them.

Somebody sending their goddam mother

down to talk to the goddam police.

And say what?

And say to give you your job back.

And to get rid of the black guy.

They ain't gonna listen

to some guy's mother,

asking them to get rid

of some black guy.

Things have moved on in The South!

Well it shouldn't've!

Will they give you some money

for being laid off an' all?

I don't know what the

compensation scheme is

for when you throw a guy

out of a window, Mom.

I guess I shoulda looked into that

beforehand. Let me Google that!

A couple grand, maybe?

You've been there three years.

Not counting the five years at the Academy.

Six!

If you count the year you were held back.

- Where ya going?

- None of your business.

Off to see your fancy woman?

- I don't got a fancy woman.

- Yeah. I know!

- Hey, You wanna watch yourself.

- Or you'll do what?

I'm blowin' your goddam head off.

- Oh, did you hear the news?

- What news?

That Dixon guy threw that Welby

guy out his window this morning.

You're shitting me.

Is he okay?

You're shitting me!

Woah! Sh*t!

Holy Sh*t!

Holy Sh*t!

F***!

Go get the other one from the house!

Shouldn't I call the fire department?

F*** the fire department!

They probably started it!

Well don't do anything stupid!

Scumbags, scumbags, scumbags.

F***ing scumbags.

Sh*t!

Alright.

Are you kidding me?

Mom, What the hell are you doing?

Okay, Alright. Come on...

Leave it, Ma. Please It's too late.

- Robbie.

- Mom, leave it, please!

Robbie!

How are those hands?

Give us a minute.

Can I ask you a couple questions?

You can ask me all the questions you

want if you take me down and arrest me.

I'm not gonna arrest you, Mrs. Hayes.

I got nothing to arrest you for.

Not yet you ain't.

We ain't all the enemy, y'know?

I'll crucify the motherfuckers.

What are you gonna do to 'em, Mildred?

You're gonna crucify 'em, you say?

Yeah, I'm gonna crucify 'em.

Who you gonna crucify?

The motherfuckers?

Yeah!

I'm gonna crucify the motherfuckers.

Well, then those motherfuckers

better watch out then,

huh?

F***ing A!

What's this sh*t...?

...and as sad as the spectacle of

these burned out billboards might be,

in light of the death of Chief Willoughby,

this reporter for one can't help but

wonder whether this finally puts an end

to the strange saga of the three

billboards outside of Eb...

This don't put an end to

sh*t, you f***ing retard,

this is just the f***ing start,

so why don't you put that on your Good Morning

Missouri f***ing Wake-Up Broadcast, b*tch!

I see on the TV there was a buncha

fires lit outside o' town last night.

Buncha fires, huh?

Out at those billboards.

Yeah, well, back when I was a cop I woulda

been interested in who set those fires

cos, technically, that's arson,

but as I am no longer

employed by those people

I don't really give a

good god damn, now do I?

The Dixon residence.

Hey Dixon.

Hey, Sarge.

- You got any news?

- News about what?

I dunno,

about my job and stuff?

No, no. What?

No.

Anne Willoughby just dropped in a letter

that Bill wrote you before he died.

Oh my God! What's it say?

I haven't read it, Dixon, it's not my

letter.

Oh. Listen, I'll come right down...

I'll be there in like 15 minutes.

Well, uh... I don't think

that'd be such a great idea,

as things stand, Jason.

Uh, you've still got your keys to

the station-house though, right?

Yeah.

Well, why don't you just come pick

it up when everyone's gone home.

I can leave it on your desk for ya.

Oh. Okay.

Actually, yeah,

then when you're done you can

just leave the keys,

save us picking 'em up later.

Alright.

Jason, Willoughby here.

I'm dead now, sorry about that,

but there's something I

wanted to say to you

that I never really

said when I was alive.

I think you've got the makings of

being a really good cop, Jason,

and you know why?

Because, deep down,

you're a decent man.

I know you don't think I think

that, but I do, Dipshit.

I do think you're too angry, though,..

And I know it's all

since your dad died and

you had to go look after

your Mom and all...

But as long as you hold onto so much hate

then I don't think you're

ever going to become...

What I know you wanna become...

A Detective.

Cos you know what you need

to become a detective.

And I know you're gonna

wince when I say this...

But what you need to become a detective...

is Love.

F*** 'em!

Because thru Love comes Calm,

and thru Calm comes Thought.

And you need

Thought to detect stuff sometimes, Jason.

It's kinda all you need.

You don't even need a gun.

And you definitely don't need Hate.

Hate never solved nothing...

But Calm did.

And Thought did. Try it.

Try it just for a change.

No-one'll think you're gay.

And if they do, arrest 'em for homophobia!

Won't they be surprised!

Good luck to you, Jason.

You're a decent man,

and yeah you've had a run of bad luck...

But things are gonna change for you...

I can feel it.

Calm.

Calm.

Calm.

So what did you see?

Well when we turned the corner from Spring,

the fire was already raging,

and then

two seconds later the cop guy

just jumps out the window...

Wait.

The two of you turned

the corner from Spring?

- Where were you before this?

- Round at my place.

You two are boyfriend and girlfriend?

Well, it's early stages, y'know.

That right?

We've had a couple dates.

So you wanna go out to dinner next week?

I'll go out to dinner with ya.

But I ain't gonna f*** ya.

Well, I ain't gonna f*** you neither.

I guess.

Burn victim.

He's pretty heavily sedated.

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